Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"I asked him why, but he didn't answer. So I made it. Even if I asked for all kinds of ingredients, it was fun to pass them without any questions."

"You have a kind of power?"

"That's how you designed it, and it will be used. If you swallow magic, just magic. If you eat oreum, just oreum. It was designed like that. The cannabis must have taken care of it. It's not my job."

Hammeron shook the pen with longing eyes.

"Ah, I really enjoyed making it. It's one of my masterpieces. my self-inflicted with ego Is it useful?"

"…yes."

"That's enough. There's nothing more that the producer wants.”

He threw the pence to Asher. Asher is back in her lap.

It's weird.

The manufacturer's intentions cannot be twisted by the user. It's like you can't peel a fruit pretty just because you sharpen your axe.

Even a sorcerer is almost impossible, but Fenr devoured everything in the sword of hero murder.

"You don't look relieved. There's nothing more I can tell you."

"I know."

'I should have listened carefully.’

The cannabis is gone, and no one knows about the sword now. Asher kicked his tongue small.

"You don't look so good. Are you done with your request now?"

"There's still one left."

Oh, I don't want to be in the hands of an outsider.

Ansir muttered in an unpleasant tone, but Asher caught him. The golden sword shone in the cave.

"It's the same as before. Let's see who made this sword. What was written and made."

I didn't expect to know who it was. Maybe the Dwarf was made before it existed.

It just needed to be able to estimate the materials used. Ansir was caught in the hands of Hammeron.

"…this."

Hammeron's eyes trembled.

"Oh! Oh!"

[What, what.]

Hammeron grabbed N'Sir with both hands and cried. avarice and madness All sorts of other emotions surged.

"Hey, I can't believe this exists! That's great! It was a good thing I didn't kill himself!”

"Do you understand?"

Asher asked the unexpected response, but Hammeron denied it.

"No! That's why I'm amazed! A weapon I've never seen in my life! Unknown martial arts! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Hammeron even cried out in a voice. He looked at Asher with greedy eyes, not tightly in his arms.

Can you lend it to me? It is impossible to grasp right away. You have to look at it carefully, one by one."

[Oh. Are you really going to leave it to me?]]

Enshir hated it, but there was no reason to refuse it. Asher nodded.

"Do as you please."

"...you're leaving it to me. You're such a snob. It's a pet."

"I don't mind running away."

The cool snow dimmed the hammer reflexively.

"Ho, ho, ho. You're not naive, you're confident. I see. I'll risk my honor and my weapons, I'll find them and deliver them to you. It's going to be fun.”

Hammerons went inside with a lot of laughter. The cry of the NCIR rang out only to him.

"Good luck."

Asher murmured quietly.

***

As soon as Enshir left, there was one thing Asher noticed.

"It's lonely."

Since the first time I took it out of the gate of the sword, Nesir has been next to him. Basically, he was not a talkative guy, but he was noisy when he could forget.

But it wasn't there now. It was a time of my own that I felt for the first time in a long time. Asher closed her eyes and left herself to solitude.

Boom boom. Boom boom.

The footsteps gradually drew closer. It wasn't the sound of a hammer. I don't have time to be alone. Asher opened her eyes thinking.

"Good morning."

Rossellini was in front of me. She greeted me with an expressionless face as usual.

"How's the story going?"

"It didn't work out bad. We'll be back in a few days."

It would be like hell for the fallen, but it had nothing to do with him, and so did Rossellini, who served them.

“…….”

She stood still in front of Asher without leaving.

"Asher."

She opened her mouth.

"Asher said I don't care who I am."

She spoke with abyss-like eyes.

"No matter who I am, I made a deal with one of them."

"Is there a problem?"

"Everyone who has experienced who I am has left me. Everyone was afraid that I wasn't the Rosellini I knew, and they denied me.”

“…….”

'Did I? '

He couldn't know that far. He's never met anyone except right after Rossellini's change.

But there was a possibility. Twisted, she was certainly not Rossellini of the past. Those who remember her couldn't accept it.

"Do you know my past?"

Asher nodded to Rossellini's question. She continued without stopping.

"I have no memories of the past. All I have in me is faith in the people I serve."

She didn't have a single feeling.

"Everyone who knows my past told me that I was kind and sweet. It's different from what I am now."

She clenched her fist small. The eyes began to glide silently.

"In the past, I, why did you choose to be who you are now?"

"Do you regret it?"

"I don't know. I don't know how I feel right now. I'm an emotionless doll."

"I don't think so either."

She was human enough now.

"In the past, you worshiped God."

Asher said quietly. Rossellini did not have the same power as a hero in the past, nor was he born of noble blood. She was just an ordinary country girl.

But she believed and followed God. Rather than believe in a particular god, the existence of God itself was revered, and the faith had reached something beyond madness.

"But I wasn't haunted by God.”

She didn't even receive a handful of divinity. Even the denominations did not take her for affirming all the gods.

"In the meantime, the fallen have descended on the earth."

They begged for faith in the earth. You must have thought that you wouldn't live because you couldn't just disappear.

But the earth ignored the fallen.

It was a matter of course. The fact that God has fallen means no one is looking for him. Naturally, things that should have disappeared were as ugly as sticking. Humans despised the fallen and condemned their ugliness in various denominations.

Those who had fallen so low seemed to disappear without anyone's help.

"But you reached out to them alone. Even though I knew what the path was, I gave myself up with joy."

A human being should have faith enough to maintain the existence of many gods. It was impossible even in her faith. In the end, she had to abandon her emotions, memories, bodies, and all that for that purpose, only to be in faith.

It was like abandoning herself as a human being, but she smiled at them and said:

"Giving everything to God, if you were born human, you said."

And she became a priest and lost her feelings.

"For me."

Rosellini murmured after Asher's words.

"I don't understand."

"It was your choice."

"No, it's not my choice."

She contradicted Asher.

"She's not me."

Rossellini twisted his lips.

"I wonder what she thought."

***

"Ah, it's going to be fun."

Hammeron, who came two days later, giggled with a face full of dark circles.

"You were a stimulus to her. Rossellini, who was always like a stone, shook for the first time. How will it go? I'm so curious that I can't stand it."

"I've said it over and over again.”

"Yes, it's none of your business."

"If you're here, you're done checking.”

[Oh, that was terrible.] I'm having a headache because I'm talking to myself. I want to cover my ears, but I can't.]

Nsir, who returned to Asher's hands, grumbled.

"It was different from what I expected, but it is roughly the same.”

Hammeron searched his arms with an unhappy face and took out a pocket. When I fell on the floor, all kinds of things that looked like grains of sand scattered.

"This is a sample of all the ore that Dwarf has identified in the world. We collect tiny fragments and use them for analysis when new minerals come out."

Considering that there are few minerals that Dwarf has not found, virtually all of the world's minerals were scattered.

"But nothing matched."

Hammeron frowned.

"Next is strength, hardness, circuit... I tried to figure it all out. But he is also unknown. The robber wasn't cut off by any means, and the inside didn't look blocked by an iron wall. I stuck it in a brazier, but there was no soot. I tried to hear the name of the sword, but he was also impossible."

In the end, Hammeron raised both hands and feet.

"It wasn't a sword from the start. That's where I changed my perspective."

Let's see who made it up.

"It's not made on the ground."

What is created is not life on the ground.

"And it's not a sword. If so, I have estimated the timing. Our Dwarf is greedy in his time. If we had heard of this kind of information, it would have been in our hands a long time ago. But I didn't. Well, words are long, but one."

Hammerons seized upon the pouring ore.

"The sword existed before the earth was born."

"…is that possible?”

"I don't know."

Hammeron smiled in disarray.

It`s shocking in many ways. The sword was not made on the ground. Where did you get it?"

"The Sword Gate in the Empire."

When I recall, I can't remember when the door of the sword existed. I just thought that the empire was founded together when it was founded, but I couldn't remember exactly who made it.

My head was complicated. Ency was also silent about whether he had anything to think about.

"Miji, I don't know. Use map, purpose map. Clean it up quickly. I don't want to see it."

"I have a headache."

This type knew of its existence, and it was in the form of a sword, but it existed before the ground was made.

However, Nsir knew about Sodmaster, a human race. His seal was also said to be only the Swordmaster, and Asher actually released some of the seals.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, yes, Rosellini.”

Rossellini approached them as the thought continued. Hammeron smiled and looked away, and stopped.

"…what is that costume again?"

Rossellini's clothes were close to casual clothes, not his usual bridal robe. She shook my hem.

"It's from the past. I've tried it on, but doesn't it look good on me?"

"That's not true."

"That's enough. Mr. Asher."

"Tell us."

"The poor have called on Asher."

Rosellini said bluntly.